Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Czech Republic and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Deakin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Interpol,
Trumans Water,
Boogie Down Productions,
Iggy Pop,
Quadrant,
Rites of Spring,
X-101,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tommy Roe,
Al Stewart,
Pole,
Smog,
E-Dancer,
The Star Department,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed,
Howard Jones,
Supertramp,
Ituana,
The Skatalites,
The Tremeloes,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
ABBA,
Donald Byrd,
The Searchers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gap Band,
DNA,
New Age Steppers,
The Gories,
Rakim,
Duran Duran,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharoah Sanders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Techniques,
Terry Callier,
Eve St. Jones,
Oblivians,
Q and Not U,
Ponytail,
L. Decosne,
Blake Baxter,
Moebius,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Red Krayola,
Television,
Mr. Review,
Model 500,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arab on Radar,
Camberwell Now,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.